er end, and I'll stay here and pull you
out."

"All right! But hurry up! I'm sinking down deeper all the while."

Sue looked about on the bank of the stream, until she found a long, thin
branch from a tree, where it had blown to the ground. She held one end
of this branch out to her brother, and he took hold of it.

"Now I'll pull you out!" cried Sue, as she held her end of the branch in
both her hands.

But instead of Sue pulling Bunny, it was Bunny who pulled Sue, as he was
stronger than she was.

"Oh, look out, Bunny! Look out!" cried the little girl. "I'll fall in!"

"Yes," said Bunny, as he stopped pulling on the stick Sue held, "I guess
you will. But oh, Sue! You'll have to help me! I'm sinking down more and
more."

And Bunny was. The water was nearly up to his trousers now. He was
sinking down deeper in the mud.

"I'll go and tell papa and mamma!" Sue cried, as she threw down the tree
branch, and ran through the woods. "They'll know how to get you out."

Away ran Sue, but she did not go far before she met Bunker Blue.

"Well!" he cried. "I was just wondering where you were. Your mother sent
me to look for you. Where's Bunny, Sue?"

"Oh, he's sinking down in the mud!"

"Sinking down in the mud? Why, what do you mean?"

"Oh, hurry, Bunker Blue! Bunny made a waterfall, and then he went wading
in it, and he can't get his feet out, and he 'most pulled me in and he's
scared and so am I and--and----"

But poor Sue could say no more.

"Well, well!" cried Bunker. "I don't know what it's all about, but show
me where Bunny is."

He took hold of Sue's hand, and hurried back with her, and pretty soon
Bunker saw Bunny in the middle of the little pond. Bunker did not stop
to take off his shoes and stockings.

Wading in, with his shoes on, Bunker reached Bunny, who was just about
to cry. In his strong arms Bunker lifted Bunny up out of the mud and
water and waded with him to dry land.

"There! Now you're all right," he said. "What did you do that for,
Bunny?"

"Well, we--we wanted to make a waterfall, and then we couldn't go
sailing on it in a boat, or on a raft, so I thought I'd go wading. I did
wade, but I got stuck in the mud."

"I should say you did!" replied Bunker, looking at Bunny's bare, muddy
feet and legs, and at his own dripping shoes and trousers. "You sure did
get stuck in the mud! It is better to keep out of these ditches, and
little brooks. The bottom is almost always soft mud, and you'll